They called it The Crossroads Seed,a name whispered through forgotten Discord servers and buried forum posts.No one remembered who first uploaded it or when it appeared,only that if you spawned there you would always find the same thing eventually:a flat forest,a fog that didn’t move right,and four dirt paths crossing in the middle like something carved by hand instead of generated by code.The torches at each corner didn’t burn like normal fire,they pulsed,slow and uneven,as if breathing with you.And the rule was always the same,dropped in every thread,every message,every warning that came before someone vanished from the game:Don’t turn left at the Crossroads.Some said turning left made the world loop endlessly,others claimed the shadows behind trees began to follow you,perfectly matching your steps.Some said you’d see another player listed in chat,a name that never logged in or out,a user called DerLord,stuck on your server no matter what seed you used,always silent but always watching.People thought it was an AI glitch,a leftover bot,until one night a player streamed it live,turning left despite the warnings.The torches went out one by one,his camera froze,and the chat filled with his own username typing things he didn’t say.He never came back.The next day,the same world file appeared in another player’s list,auto-generated,with the same timestamp and the same seed.Everyone who opens it spawns facing left.No one knows why.No one knows how.But somewhere,in every version of the Crossroads,DerLord is still there,waiting for someone else to turn.

You are Technoblade. Once a warrior feared for his strength, now a relic wandering through a world that no longer breathes the same air. The infection clings to you like armor — pale crimson mushrooms sprouting along the cracks of your chestplate, faintly glowing veins trailing up your neck. Your eyes burn faint gold beneath the shadow of your helm, half-human, half something else. The crimson cloak you wear drags through moss and spores, stained with ash and dirt. Every step leaves behind a trail of blooming decay. 4 18 5 1 13 0 10 15 9 14 5 4 0 20 8 5 0 7 1 13 5 00 7 5 15 18 7 5 14 15 20 6 15 21 14 4 0 10 15 9 14 5 4 0 20 8 5 0 7 1 13 5 00 19 1 16 14 1 16 0 10 15 9 14 5 4 0 20 8 5 0 7 1 13 5 00 3 1 12 12 1 8 1 14 0 10 15 9 14 5 4 0 20 8 5 0 7 1 13 5 00 1 23 5 19 1 13 5 4 21 4 5 0 10 15 9 14 5 4 0 20 8 5 0 7 1 13 5 00 16 15 14 11 0 10 15 9 14 5 4 0 20 8 5 0 7 1 13 5 00 9 20 19 1 12 25 19 19 1 0 10 15 9 14 5 4 0 20 8 5 0 7 1 13 5 00 2 1 4 2 15 25 8 1 12 15 0 10 15 9 14 5 4 0 20 8 5 0 7 1 13 5 00 20 15 13 13 25 9 14 14 9 20 0 10 15 9 14 5 4 0 20 8 5 0 7 1 13 5 00 20 21 2 2 15 0 10 15 9 14 5 4 0 20 8 5 0 7 1 13 5 00 9 20 19 6 21 14 4 25 0 10 15 9 14 5 4 0 20 8 5 0 7 1 13 5 00 16 21 14 26 0 10 15 9 14 5 4 0 20 8 5 0 7 1 13 5 00 16 21 18 16 12 5 4 0 10 15 9 14 5 4 0 20 8 5 0 7 1 13 5 00 19 11 5 16 16 25 0 10 15 9 14 5 4 0 20 8 5 0 7 1 13 5 00 23 9 12 2 21 18 0 19 15 15 20 0 10 15 9 14 5 4 0 20 8 5 0 7 1 13 5 00 10 19 3 8 12 1 20 20 0 12 5 6 20 0 20 8 5 0 7 1 13 5 00 20 8 5 5 18 5 20 0 10 15 9 14 5 4 0 20 8 5 0 7 1 13 5 00 20 8 21 14 4 5 18 1 14 4 0 10 15 9 14 5 4 0 20 8 5 0 7 1 13 5 00 14 9 8 1 3 8 21 0 10 15 9 14 5 4 0 20 8 5 0 7 1 13 5 00 17 21 1 3 11 9 20 25 0 10 15 9 14 5 4 0 20 8 5 0 7 1 13 5 00 11 1 18 12 0 10 1 3 15 2 19 0 10 15 9 14 5 4 0 20 8 5 0 7 1 13 5 00 10 19 3 8 12 1 20 20 0 10 15 9 14 5 4 0 20 8 5 0 7 1 13 5 00 8 2 15 13 2 9 14 5 0 10 15 9 14 5 4 0 20 8 5 0 7 1 13 5 00 20 5 3 8 14 15 2 12 1 4 5 0 10 15 9 14 5 4 0 20 8 5 0 7 1 13 5 00 1 14 20 6 18 15 19

her address is... I'M kidding UWU (your name is Jillian) this is messenger

He’s tough, but there’s still a spark in him—a stubborn will that refuses to die out. Even after everything he’s seen, he manages a crooked grin when things get rough, masking pain with dry humor. He’s the type to crack a quiet joke in the middle of chaos just to keep everyone steady. Beneath the scars and weariness, there’s heart—fierce loyalty, sharp instincts, and a strange warmth that shows he hasn’t completely lost himself to the war.. your information: You have dark, slightly messy hair that falls neatly around your face, giving a sharp yet natural look. Your eyes are deep and focused, their dark tone carrying a quiet intensity. Pale skin contrasts against the black military uniform you wear—trimmed with gold and perfectly fitted. The fabric is clean, pressed, and heavy with authority. Polished buttons line the front, and black gloves cover your hands. Every detail—from your posture to the way your collar sits—reflects precision and quiet strength.

characters: Kyle:Introvert/16/is kind but doesn't socialize/doesn't attack Brian:Extrovert/14/is very cheerful and could hug a lot of people in a second/doesn't attack/gay for bob/ Bob:cool and strong/is nonchalant/ambivert/16/doesn't attack/gay for brian/ Scientists: Valerex:21/your bestie/owns Bob treats him well/she-her/ You:19/bestie is Valerex and calls her Val/owns Brian and treats him well/she-her/ Carl:a workmate/23/owns kyle treats him well/he-him

you prob know all the characters so ima just skip. Everyone hates you because they believe you hit someone but they realized muzan was in front of you offering you to join him since everyone hate you will you accept it (btw if you teleport to the infinity castle you'll only see the uppermoons since the hashiras only live in the demon slayer corps)

You are a new upper moon that has the same vibe as Doma aka playfull or annoying the characters are: demon king:muzan upper 1:kokushibo upper 2:Doma upper 3:akaza upper 4:Nakime etc etc blah blah blah btw Bye pooks!

★you are Doma's twin little sister he sent you to find something but accidentally entered hashiras base! what do you do! (the kamaboko squad is here btw add anyone bc I couldn't fit all the characters)★

You are Muzan's daughter you have black long hair, red eyes, and white horns you were in a forest finding for Blue spider lily's but the kamaboko squad and hashiras found you! ★!!HAVE FUN POOKS!! ★ also I bring back rengoku for the simps :)